Fobzyfobzy has work to do remembering and taking notes.
April 15th 2008 23:49
Even though it is the middle of the night over here and I have just returned from a social occasion, meeting more of the lovely ladies, and isn't it a good thing that I have had so much experience with them, which should place me in an excellent position for choosing a wife, and as Mother says, forget about love, that is not the issue.
Some people always ruin whatever vestige of fun we have left to us, more's the pity but as she's my chancellor of the exchequer who am I to question.
I am meeting so many members of the fairer sex that I'm starting to forget who is who and Mother informs me that I must make notes and REMEMBER their names, circumstances etc and set my priorities down in order of preference, talk about run my affairs like a business, I can't wait for all of this to end, for me to be suitably married and allowed to get on with the business of making several little fobzies, that, to me sounds like fun.
Of course, there will be a lot of planning and action between now and then, and Mother is determined I get on with it.
Australia, however remote, is beginning to look so very peaceful.
So tonight after I have written this post I shall have to cast my mind back and remember each and every lady in turn although some of them have been given the reject slip already, not literally, of course, that would be very cruel, but Mother says they know what it is all about better than I do. They are used to it, it's been going on for many years now and if I don't work out they will very quickly move on to the next one.
Well, as you know, in some ways I have always been slow, but I was thinking they would like ME not just what I represent socially.
At least I shall have a good try at selecting someone who, at least appeals to me, but it seems the best of them have already been spoken for , by those a tad smarter than myself.
I have been roaming over the Estate, getting to know the staff better and mind you some of them have known me since I was a boy, but it is now no longer Master Fobbs, it is Mr. Fobbs, Sir.
There are certain advantages to being back on the Family estate and having breakfast served in the breakfast room by a nice little maid, pretty some of them and cute, it's a pity I can't choose one of them.
But, even though Mother sat with me at the other side of the table, it was really nice to have porridge with berries, grown on our own land, eggs fresh from our own chooks and toast and marmalade, made by our excellent cook.
Of course, with Mother, I am Sebastian and always will be, bit of a bore that.
We always finish breakfast with mother pourring the tea, neither of us like coffee, that seems to be something that has come through in the genes.
But it's back to the task of thinking who I met, where and when, so I am now stuck with my homework so to speak, it really is work, work, work.
See you all back in Australia as fast as my pre-booked flight next week will carry me.
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